.With the fowl out of season and plumage to rough
All of the oompth lost to Labor Day is coming to the cuff
Well I've been tampering with foothills, ringing-up smoke
'Cause there'll be hoops to jump through anyways
Empty rooms and belly-ups
No husing can be heard through clapbo.
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